Tagged: taiwanese
mama’s gift
mama’s gift
that keeps
on giving –
a box of
japanese dried
anchovies – for
every dish,
every occasion,
ready to be
crunched,
not counted
.
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taiwanese fathers
taiwanese fathers
are celebrated at least
twice a year; mamas,
all year long,
no different
from every other
culture
.
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to be taiwanese
to be taiwanese
is to be interrogated
for some things you know
nothing about except for
the shape of a sweet potato
.
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listening to old
listening to old
taiwanese songs in mom’s kitchen,
reaching towards an
old ache, real and imagined,
melancholy in our bones
.
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dad perfects the love
dad perfects the love
of simplicity and the
unity of love –
biting into a fan tuan,
taking a sip of soy milk
.
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inside each waiting
i am opening
i am opening
a fresh package of
candied pinto
beans and
remembering
how you used to
carry them overseas,
from grandma to
grandma to
granddaughter,
hand to hand to
hand, an exchange
all at once
familiar and
unfamiliar, a
sugar-coated
nostalgia
.
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summers in our
summers in our
kitchen – i am
shaving ice, mom
is cutting cool grass
jelly into cubes
gingerly across
her palm –
at least one of us
is over the moon
.
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on any given
on any given
day, i carry
the image of the
most perfect
beef noodle
soup in my
mouth, the
clever star
anise in
my nostrils,
my mother’s
fresh tangerine
smile steeping
in my heart
.
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